Job 2:8
And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.
And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.
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2 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Whence camest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, `From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down in it.'
3 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Hast thou set thy heart unto My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God and turning aside from evil? and still he is keeping hold on his integrity, and thou dost move Me against him to swallow him up for nought!'
4 And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, `A skin for a skin, and all that a man hath he doth give for his life.
5 Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'
6 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Lo, he `is' in thy hand; only his life take care of.'
7 And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
19 Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
9 And his wife saith to him, `Still thou art keeping hold on thine integrity: bless God and die.'
10 And he saith unto her, `As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.
20 And Job riseth, and rendeth his robe, and shaveth his head, and falleth to the earth, and doth obeisance,
21 and he saith, `Naked came I forth from the womb of my mother, and naked I turn back thither: Jehovah hath given and Jehovah hath taken: let the name of Jehovah be blessed.'
6 Therefore do I loathe `it', And I have repented on dust and ashes.
7 And it cometh to pass after Jehovah's speaking these words unto Job, that Jehovah saith unto Eliphaz the Temanite, `Burned hath Mine anger against thee, and against thy two friends, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.
8 And now, take to you seven bullocks and seven rams, and go ye unto My servant Job, and ye have caused a burnt-offering to ascend for you; and Job My servant doth pray for you, for surely his face I accept, so as not to do with you folly, because ye have not spoken concerning Me rightly, like My servant Job.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
6 And the day is, that sons of God come in to station themselves by Jehovah, and there doth come also the Adversary in their midst.
7 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Whence comest thou?' And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, `From going to and fro in the land, and from walking up and down on it.'
8 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Hast thou set thy heart against My servant Job because there is none like him in the land, a man perfect and upright, fearing God, and turning aside from evil?'
9 And the Adversary answereth Jehovah and saith, `For nought is Job fearing God?
10 Hast not Thou made a hedge for him, and for his house, and for all that he hath -- round about?
11 The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'
12 And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, `Lo, all that he hath `is' in thy hand, only unto him put not forth thy hand.' And the Adversary goeth out from the presence of Jehovah.
15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.
8 And Jehovah saith unto Moses and unto Aaron, `Take to you the fulness of your hands `of' soot of a furnace, and Moses hath sprinkled it towards the heavens, before the eyes of Pharaoh,
9 and it hath become small dust over all the land of Egypt, and it hath become on man and on cattle a boil breaking forth `with' blains, in all the land of Egypt.'
10 And they take the soot of the furnace, and stand before Pharaoh, and Moses sprinkleth it towards the heavens, and it is a boil `with' blains, breaking forth, on man and on beast;
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
2 Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?
31 Then in corruption Thou dost dip me, And my garments have abominated me.
14 And He hath broken it As the breaking of the potters' bottle, Beaten down -- He doth not spare, Nor is there found, in its beating down, A potsherd to take fire from the burning, And to draw out waters from a ditch.
1 After this hath Job opened his mouth, and revileth his day.
2 And Job answereth and saith: --
9 Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,
30 Under him `are' sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.
5 Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
4 He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
3 And Job answereth Jehovah, and saith: --
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
19 And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.
1 And Job answereth and saith: --
13 From above He hath sent fire into my bone, And it subdueth it, He hath spread a net for my feet, He hath turned me backward, He hath made me desolate -- all the day sick.
29 He putteth in the dust his mouth, if so be there is hope.
11 And cause it to stand on its coals empty, So that its brass is hot and burning, Melted hath been in its midst its uncleanness, Consumed is its scum.
21 Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.
6 seeing the word doth come unto the king of Nineveh, and he riseth from his throne, and removeth his honourable robe from off him, and spreadeth out sackcloth, and sitteth on the ashes,
1 And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --
11 My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
7 Who `is' a man like Job? He drinketh scoffing like water,